Remember the story about our new matching 2003 Buick Century vehicles? (Are you worried that you’re going to be reading the same blog all over again?)
No worries! This is Part 2 of our car-buying and car-selling saga.
After I last shared the details of our car-buying expedition last week (click here if you’re not familiar with the story) much happened.
First, Barry wrote a column in our local newspaper sharing the serendipitous story of how we purchased the exact same car. He wrote much more detail than I did in this blog. He told about how Grandma bought the 1995 maroon Buick Century when she was 84 years old. How she drove it oh-so-carefully and parked it nicely in her garage to protect it from salt and slush. How she barely put any miles on the beauty. How we inherited it. How he didn’t like it at first because it looked like a grandma’s car. (I don’t know if he shared that I refused to speak to him for 200 miles on a trip home from downstate when he announced that, of course, we would not be accepting the car.)
To make a long story short, I drove the car for five years. Loved every second of it. Then I bought the 2003 Buick Century and drove it for five years, while Barry inherited the old grandma’s car from me. He learned to love it. He learned to adore it.
Until it died–nicely–in the driveway less than two weeks ago. We’ve been sniffling and carrying on since the funeral. He wrote his column explaining this in great detail and then suggested it would make a lovely parts car for someone in our community.
Now comes the part you’ve all been waiting for–the part about the second 84-year-old grandma. An 84-year-old woman bounded up the steps of the Sentinel yesterday morning before 8 a.m.
“Which one of you is Barry Drue?” she asked.
“I want to buy your car,” she said without hesitation. “I’ve been hoping all night it wouldn’t be sold already!”
An 84-year-old grandma wants to buy our dead 1995 Buick Century? The one with the inoperative motor?
He looked at her askance.
“Umm…” he said, “I don’t think this is the car for you–”
The 84-year-old grandma set him straight. She has a matching 1995 Buick (OK, a different color) with a wonderful engine and not-so-wonderful body. She wanted this car as a parts car.
She wrote him out a $500 check before he could say anything. Could he have it delivered to her mechanic?
We haven’t quit shaking our heads about this Part 2 installment since yesterday. It was my job to deliver the title to the grandma today. She invited me in the house and…are you ready for this?…proceeded to tell me that she’s been doing yoga every day for 44 years!
“Really?” I said, “REALLY?” (Some of you know that I started doing yoga five days a week about five weeks ago, after taking lessons since last March.)
She then shows me–after a little begging–a Supported Shoulder Stand and a Plow Pose. Please click on these links and see what they are. Imagine an 84-year-old grandma doing these poses, please.
She then proceeds to sit on the floor in a cross-legged position for the remainder of our talk.
She IS amazing! I want to be just like her when I grow up, don’t you?
P.S. the whole time we talked I kept thinking “Oh I want a picture of her so much! Dare I ask her? Should I tell her about this blog…?” But in the end, shyness prevailed. Sorry! You can see a photo of my grandma, instead, when she was about 84 years old. She did not do yoga poses.
Isn’t it great when things like this happen. Each part is related, circles around and connects with us. Makes you question whether it was a coincidence at all … or a meant to be circle of events.
I truly believe this, bearyweather. I like how you put it. “Circle of events.” Everything connecting and circling…
These connections are the best!!!!
They truly are, Kim. (They also convince me, over and over again, that we are really dreaming…)
How on earth do you do it? It must be all that clean livin’! You have the most down-right interesting experiences, and they all happen practically in the middle of the remote woods. I think your woods are enchanted. No – I want to change that. I think YOU’RE
My son used to tease me that I live the most synchronistic life, that I am always somehow calling in these down-right interesting experiences. I think he (and you) are right about that. They do convince me, over and over again, that life is enchanted. That life is very porous. That perhaps we’re really dreaming. That the veil between our Oneness is very thin. Not necessarily that I am enchanted…but that the world is enchanted…and that the next action or happening will somehow show the connected circle of life. OK, tried to say that one the best I could!
Just a lovely sequence of events … I am in love with this wonderful old woman. She’s the second 80-something you’ve discovered recently! Well, this more recent one was by mutual discovery. Your gramma is beautiful. What a sweet face!
You would have loved her, too. (She would probably love your company!) Thank you for your lovely comment about Grandma. I am suddenly missing her.
Sometimes, Life is more interesting than we can ever imagine it could be. Talk about serendipity…I’m beginning to think you attract it, Kathy.
Yes, Barb. I am afraid I do! laughing…do you attract it too?
Well Barb beat me to it, but it certainly is serendipitous, isn’t it? And lovely. Now you know Grandma’s car will continue to be loved, if in a somewhat different way. I’m always amazed when life completes a circle and reminds us that it is a very small world.
I like those reminders, too, Carol. Every time one of these serendipitous happenings occur, I want to sing thanks to the Universe! Like what you said about Grandma’s car continuing to be loved…
hehe claps with glee!!! there is one more nice piece coming!!! cackle snorfle yay!! big hugs…just LOOK at those RIPPLES!!
Love the way the ripples keep moving out and out and out…
Just the image of your new friend bounding up your front steps with excitement (and a check!) in hand makes me smile! Though not as much as the photo of your beautimous Gramma – what a lovely, gentle face! I’m sure it matches her spirit – especially if she’s anything like you!
Grandma used to bound on the golf course, Cindy Lou! She was beautimous, wasn’t she? I loved her and grandpa so much.
i went into a swarm of black flies in that red car! i bet grandma bought a few dead ones under the seat and behind the dashboard heater slits.
Melinda! It’s YOU! You’ve showed up over on my blog, hugs, hugs! Yes, remember our crazy attack of the flies out on Pt. Abbeye? You’re so right. The flies are probably still there. Laughing…and thrilled to see you here.
OK, that is a really good story. Very satisfying when things work out.
This was a good story with a happy ending, Gerry. I, too, like it when that happens. (Plus, maybe the grandma and I are going out to lunch some day–she suggested!)
lovely. Nice to think of another grandma driving (even parts) of your grandma’s car. Sort of like your grandma extended the gift again.
Dawn, that is so true. I think Grandma is smiling from the Beyond. She’s nodding. (And I think she’s thinking the new owner will do a better job of vaccuuming than Barry and I did.)
so cool! I do want to be like her (note to self- if you start yoga now, at 83 you will have done it for 44 years)
You can do it, K! Start tomorrow! If we keep at it, we’ll be going strong when we’re 84, we will…
Kathy, my Mom drives the same car but in the 1992/ sky blue model. She bought it brand new and has been driving it ever since. Everyone in our family tends to drive their vehicles for a LONG time. We become attached. We pamper them and spoil them. They become members of the family….more or less. An inherited trait, I’m beginning to think.
Yes, beautiful Grandmothers….both of them. This is a wonderful story. The kind that grandchildren will love 🙂
Smiling thinking of your Mom’s story…and the way that trait might be passed on down through the generations. I love thinking of things like cars as more than inanimate objects. And wondering if grandchildren will ever hear this story…
I am so inspired by seniors who live healthier with age, we are getting smarter, right! 😀 Love & Huggs, Jeannie
Jeannie, me too! I am so inspired by seniors who live in this way! It feels so hopeful, so promising, so possible.